Today's Stichomancy for Antonio Banderas

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dreams & Dust by Don Marquis:

Flower, woman and laughter, and all these the
same!
She is light and first love and the youth of the
world,
She is sandaled with joy . . . she is lifted and
whirled,
She is flung, she is swirled, she is driven along
By the carnival winds that have torn her away
From the coronal bloom on the brow of the
May. . . .
She is youth, she is foam, she is flame, she is

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Inland Voyage by Robert Louis Stevenson:

thought it would be ungallant not to take my cue from the ladies.
My mishap of yesterday, told in an off-hand way, produced a deep
sensation. It was Othello over again, with no less than three
Desdemonas and a sprinkling of sympathetic senators in the
background. Never were the canoes more flattered, or flattered
more adroitly.

'It is like a violin,' cried one of the girls in an ecstasy.

'I thank you for the word, mademoiselle,' said I. 'All the more
since there are people who call out to me that it is like a
coffin.'

'Oh! but it is really like a violin. It is finished like a

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Perfect Wagnerite: A Commentary on the Niblung's Ring by George Bernard Shaw:

(if any) has escaped us. Valtrauta, however, betrays her
irrelevance by explaining that the gods can be saved by the
restoration of the ring to the Rhine maidens. This, considered as
part of the previous allegory, is nonsense; so that even this
scene, which has a more plausible air of organic connection with
The Valkyries than any other in Night Falls On The Gods, is as
clearly part of a different and earlier conception as the episode
which concludes it, in which Siegfried actually robs Brynhild of
her ring, though he has no recollection of having given it to
her. Night Falls On The Gods, in fact, was not even revised into
any real coherence with the world-poem which sprang from it; and